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We are definitely going to Disney World together some day. What kind of a freak doesn't want to go to EPCOT? How can you NOT go back at LEAST two days? You can't do everything in just ONE day.

Sheesh, no one is On Property anymore. (Speaking of On Property, I miss Chris. Fuck Greg the Bunny.)

I fell asleep shortly after 9 last night. I don't even know who won the hockey game. (Ha, I just love saying things like that. {g}) I woke up at 6. I read some more of Dreamcatcher. (Finally, an It reference. It's about time, 400 pages in.) Then I came down here and signed on. Gina just woke up. She's in the shower. I'm hungry. I will fry an egg. Maybe 2 eggs.

Yesterday I took some of the photo paper erin bought me and I printed out a picture of "Al Bean" and a picture of Cyril St. John to put on my bedroom walls. (That's when I discovered all the missing links in Daveland.) Anyone who's ever shared a room knows of the intense joy of finally having your own space to decorate. I live in a magical fairyland all my own, populated by Michael and Aimee and Cutter and Kate and Dave. I like it there. It's mine. Well, it's Gina's. But when I'm here it's mine.

Now I'm really hungry. Goo-goo-ga-joob.

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